"Welcome back." He says, boots crunching on the stubs of grass as he approaches the road. There's an easiness to his walk now, not quite a swagger, but the grace and power of the witcher's form has returned to him. "Told you I'd still be here. And look at me! Fit enough that they turned me into the fields like a plough-horse."
One of the young men in the field titters something about ploughing something, but Eskel ignores him.
"I'd walk my lady back to town but I must earn my keep, regrettably. Where will I find you, when we're done for the evening?"
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Date: 2020-09-02 04:44 am (UTC)One of the young men in the field titters something about ploughing something, but Eskel ignores him.
"I'd walk my lady back to town but I must earn my keep, regrettably. Where will I find you, when we're done for the evening?"